"Black Hawk Down," directed by Ridley Scott (2001's "Hannibal"), is
about as far removed in style and objective from 2001's "Pearl Harbor"
as two war movies could possibly be. Both were produced by action
megalomaniac Jerry Bruckheimer, but that is where the similarities
end. Whereas "Pearl Harbor" presented a glossy, character-based look
at a tragic moment in history, director Scott and screenwriters Steve
Zaillian (1998's "A Civil Action") and Ken Nolan have made "Black
Hawk Down" a stark, gritty motion picture that is more interested
in the details of the story than character-developing. Taking such
an approach makes for a visceral, stirring film experience, but one
that stands emotionally at arm's length from the viewer.

Primarily set over a 24-hour period in October 1993, "Black Hawk Down"
tells of a routine U.S. military raid in search of a warlord in the
starving city of Mogadishu, Somalia, that went terribly wrong when
they were met with violent resistance. When all was through, two helicopters
had been shot down, 18 soldiers (Army Rangers and Delta Force) were
killed, and 70 more were wounded. Taking an almost hour-by-hour look
at this little-known tragedy (which led to President Bill Clinton's
prematurely pulling the troops from the humanitarian mission), it
is expertly shown what, how, and why the mission went so wrong.

As an exercise in presenting a gruesome, awful segment in our recent
war history, "Black Hawk Down" is both startling and absorbing. After
a brief 30-to-40-minute setup, the audience is dropped into the unrelenting
line of fire for the next two hours. Limbs fly, blood splatters, and
many of the soldiers and Somalian civilians find their lives taken
from them. Scott, accompanied by the swirling, "you-are-there" cinematography
from Slavomir Idziak (2000's "Proof of Life"), depict the events that
occurred on that fateful day in Somalia with an eye for specificity
and a courageousness that does not sugarcoat the gory violence.

The cast list is remarkable, reading like a who's who of the talented
male actors working in film today. The characters have intentionally
not been mentioned, however, because they fall into one of two categories:
those that have been cursorily developed to only the barest essentials,
and those that are little more than faces in the crowd. Aside from
Josh Hartnett (2001's "Pearl Harbor"), as frightened, yet strong-willed
Sergeant Eversmann; Orlando Bloom (2001's "The Lord of the Rings:
The Fellowship of the Rings"), as the young, inexperienced Private
1st Class Todd Blackburn; Tom Sizemore (2000's "Red Planet"), as Lt.
Colonel Danny McKnight; and Ewan McGregor (2001's "Moulin Rouge"),
as Company Clerk John Grimes, the rest of the characters are nearly
interchangeable or, at the most, not emphasized enough to really matter.

Even with Hartnett, who is top-billed, the viewer is never told exactly
who he is, where he has come from, and what makes him tick, save for
the minute information that comes out of his actions onscreen. Other
young actors I admire, such as Brendan Sexton III (1999's "Boys Don't
Cry"), Tom Guiry (2000's "U-571"), and Charlie Hofheimer (1996's "Boys"),
appear in the main credits but make so little impression that I cannot
recall seeing any of them in the film, or didn't recognize them.

As a play-by-play account of a war-set battle, "Black Hawk Down" is
exceptional storytelling with a craftsmanship that is truly stunning.
But as a movie that wants to enter into deep, metaphysical territory,
it comes up far short to Terrence Malick's 1998 masterpiece, "The
Thin Red Line." Absent in "Black Hawk Down" is the emotional weight
required for the picture to have the amount of substance equal to
its style, and it does not help that the human figures remain enigmas
for the duration of the 144 minutes.

Late in the film, Hartnett says that soldiers do not purposefully
set out to be heroes, but that it sometimes ends up that way. Such
a statement is deeply affecting and truthful, and more or less serves
as a description to what "Black Hawk Down" is really all about. It
is too bad, then, that there is nothing in the opening 130 minutes
that is nearly as insightful.